So I haven’t managed to fully shake off the Funk Week vibe, as I must confess that the fact that I haven’t heard anything more on last week’s job leads has got me a little down.
I know, I still have time, and there’s no point in getting discouraged already, but, as I mentioned, the uncertainty that goes with being jobless – particularly when you’ve just bought a house – can be nerve wracking.
Under the theory of “a watched pot never boils,” and because I needed various toiletries and some groceries, I headed out into the world to kill some time in the hopes that when I got home there would be some news.
Of course there wasn’t.
People who have never been to a strip club often say things like, “I would think that it would be more frustrating than anything else,” especially in regards to lap dances.
To them I would suggest that the act of seeing naked women gyrating on a stage is its own reward (and that it also helps to be drunk). As for lap dances, they certainly can be frustrating but, when done well, they have their own unique appeal, which, in many ways is actually aided by the frustration. After all, much of the thrill of, well, anything comes from the anticipation more than anything else.
Think of lap dances as being like Christmas morning, without any of the Christmas afternoon letdown.
Or something.
In any case, after having gone there to kill more time after I’d finished at Wal-Mart, I can tell you that going to Best Buy when you’re unemployed and you don’t really know where your future income may – or may not – be coming from is infinitely more frustrating than a trip to a strip club.
In any case, now I’m home and I need to try to force myself into putting all of the extra time I now have to productive use, but there’s a lot of inertia to have to overcome.
In yesterday’s account of my day I neglected to mention that when I got back from my walk I actually met one of my neighbors. She seemed like a nice enough lady.
Tomorrow I have to go to an orientation for the outplacement service that’s part of my severance package. Hopefully using their resources will help me to get a little more activity on the job front.
Sturdiwheat Done Dirt Cheap Department:
Last year when I first moved to Leesburg I was pleased to discover that Super Target sold Sturdiwheat pancake mix, which is made in Red Wing, MN, the town I once lived in. It’s pretty much the best pancake mix I’ve ever encountered, and making pancakes with it is simplicity itself, as it’s a “just add water” mix.
Today I did my grocery shopping at Super Target specifically for the purposes of picking up some Sturdiwheat. Alas, it appears that I’m the only person in Leesburg who appreciated it, as they no longer stock it.
*Sigh*
(And yes, I see that I can order it online at their site, but I would much rather be able to pick it up at the store.)
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